"Hehe, Chairman Fan and Secretary Su, two against one, isn't that a bit unfair?"

 

Compared to Su Wen's awkward acting, Bai Longfei, who had been infiltrating the Fusion Faction for years, trying to find the "nail" they had planted in their camp in the Land of Peach, seemed incredibly natural.

 

His tone, movements, and expressions were all perfectly controlled.

 

With a push of his glasses, the "pervert" vibe instantly came out.

 

Even Niu Chuang, who had become a little fan of Chronicle, had to admit that this Senior Bai seemed more like a "villain" than his own idol.

 

"Dealing with a lackey of the Fusion Faction like you, there's no such thing as a fair fight."

 

Su Wen snorted coldly, his lines somewhat stiff.

 

Not to mention the cautious and sharp Chronicle, even the nearby top students sensed something was off.

 

Seeing this, Su Wen couldn't help but inwardly groan.

 

In fact, ten minutes ago, with the help of various criminal investigation experts and lie detection masters, they had observed Chronicle's behavior when he met with members of the Fusion Faction and confirmed that he had no issues.

 

Originally, they just needed to let the acting king Bai Longfei show up and say a few lines, and the matter would be settled.

 

However, he, who prided himself as an "education master", suddenly had a whimsical idea to use this opportunity to test the adaptability of these top students.

 

Everything was going well until Chronicle suddenly started putting members of the Fusion Faction into coffins and secretly gathering students around him, as if he was going to feed all the people on the opposite side to the card spirits.

 

To prevent the situation from getting out of control, they, who were originally happily drinking tea, had to rush over to save the day without even wiping their mouths.

 

"Things aren't too bad… right?"

 

Su Wen asked himself uncertainly in his heart, subconsciously turning his head to look at Chronicle, only to see him standing with his arms crossed, looking at him.

 

Even through the mask, he could feel the scrutinizing gaze.

 

After a light sigh, he turned his head, chatted awkwardly with Bai Longfei for a few more sentences, and then simply exchanged a few moves.

 

Although it was just acting, it was a rare sight for the crowd who rarely saw masters fight.

 

In this way, they idled for two minutes, Bai Longfei seized the opportunity and threw out a card.

 

A flash of purple light, and the next moment, he and the remaining members of the Fusion Faction disappeared from everyone's sight.

 

"Senior Bai, why didn't you take that senior with you?"

 

At the same time, in mid-air, Niu Chuang opened his eyes in a daze, and after understanding the situation, he couldn't help but mutter.

 

Bai Longfei, of course, knew he was referring to Chronicle, and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, if he dared to come, he must have the confidence to retreat safely."

 

"Like this." Niu Chuang said in a low voice, still looking a bit uneasy.

 

Seeing this, the corner of Bai Longfei's mouth couldn't help but curve up, as if he was thinking about something.

 

His harmless face and perverted smile overlapped, creating a contrast that was both eerie and thrilling.

 

This scene scared the members of the Fusion Faction into swallowing hard, silently praying that this unpredictable big shot wouldn't suddenly abandon them.

 

But they were overthinking it.

 

As "disposable tools", their fate could only be cleaned up by Bai Longfei…

 

***

 

Meanwhile, inside the tent.

 

Fan Lei watched as Chronicle took off his mask and pondered in the surveillance footage, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, his feelings complicated.

 

He knew that after this incident, his mentorship with this child was completely severed.

 

He was ultimately not destined to be with this genius he admired so much, and would have to spend his life with his own foolish disciples.

 

"Sigh."

 

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again, feeling his future was incredibly bleak.

 

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the ringtone of his old-fashioned cell phone suddenly rang.

 

He subconsciously looked at it, only to see the contact name was "Uncle Dong", which sent a chill down his spine.

 

"What's meant to come will always come…"

 

He thought to himself, took several deep breaths to adjust his emotions, and then shakily picked up the phone: "Hello, Uncle Dong, what can I do for you?"

 

"Little Lei."

 

An extremely old voice came from the other end of the phone:

 

"I'm very happy that you, as the vice-chairman of the Land of Peach, are still willing to answer a call from this old man."

 

"Uncle Dong, you're being too serious…"

 

Fan Lei hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by the other party's "but", his heart instantly rising.

 

"But, I don't like what you said."

 

The old man on the other end of the phone laughed twice: "What, can't this old man call you if there's nothing wrong?"

 

"You know that's not what I meant…" Fan Lei hurriedly explained.

 

But the other party still spoke at a leisurely pace: "Then, my dear nephew… what do you mean by this?"

 

"Testing your own genius, is this the tolerance of the vice-chairman of the Card Craftsman Association?!"

 

The old man's voice suddenly rose by an octave, and even through the phone, Fan Lei seemed to see the fierce tiger in his twilight years.Taking a deep breath, he said, "Uncle Dong, you know, I also have difficulties…"

 

"What difficulties?" The elder known as "Uncle Dong" spoke again, "Don't you understand the principle of not suspecting those you employ, and not employing those you suspect?"

 

"Chronicle is a student of our school. Since I dare to let him go, it means I have full confidence in him. What? Do you think my judgment is problematic?"

 

"No, no."

 

At this moment, Fan Lei, with his temples graying and an air of old age about him, sat up straight like a primary school student and answered seriously.

 

"So you think… Uncle is not trustworthy?"

 

Fan Lei was stumped by this question. His hand holding the phone trembled, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter the words "Uncle Dong".

 

"Hehe…"

 

The elder on the other end of the phone chuckled lightly, but shook his head somewhat disappointedly.

 

His junior was too timid and lacked vision. At best, he would probably end up as the president of a city-level association.

 

"The child Zi Liang is wasted following him."

 

Uncle Dong thought to himself, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a traditional cigarette, and lit it.

 

If Chronicle were here, he would recognize that this man was the old gatekeeper he and Wei Ya had encountered when they went to collect materials for the Blade Class.

 

But unlike the tired old man that day, the well-dressed, smiling man now exuded an inexplicable aura of authority.

 

Even Fan Lei, a tough guy who had been through hell and high water, was very afraid of him over the phone.

 

"Alright, as the principal of Third High School, I can let this matter go today. But for Chronicle, you must make compensation."

 

"Coincidentally, didn't you and Xiao Liu just get some skill-type materials from the secret realm a few days ago? Find an excuse to send them to Chronicle later…"

 

Upon hearing this, Fan Lei readily agreed, "That's only right. Rest assured, I will let the child choose carefully."

 

"Choose?"

 

Uncle Dong narrowed his aged but unusually spirited eyes, "My dear nephew, you really surprise me."

 

"The vice president of the Card Craftsman Association, clinging to a few blue-quality materials, what are you doing, waiting for them to hatch?"

 

"And 'choose carefully', you're not even embarrassed to say that."

 

"Listen to me, send them all to Chronicle!"

 

"If there's one less, I'll hold you accountable!"